Lackadaisy Cats Novels & Stories

Felix shouted to be sure that Adam heard him from the stairs. “You can go fuck yourself Felix!” Adam shouted back.” Felix spent the next days going on different dates with different kind of people. He had felt a connection during some of those dates but some where just awful and depressing. He had gone on a date with a cat lady once. She had seemed pretty normal till the topic of pets came up. She then proceeded to show Felix her gallery of cats and all the things she liked and didn’t like about each and every one of her thirty two cats.

Old Mer, young Mer. “Old cats, young cats, big cats, small, striped cats, spotted cats, short and tall,” Aislen murmured a childhood poem. “But what is the point of what I’m seeing? It is beautiful, and rather Utopian in a Lost Island in the middle of nowhere sort of way.”

We even bought a bed soft as a cloud, a litter box that looked like furniture, and tiny sweaters with little buttons. Fancy stuff. The cat had it better than I did—I’d counted my underwear this morning: fifteen pairs total, eight with holes worn through the fabric. When would I get to buy something new? Next was a drive-thru—fast food, warm and greasy, the kind that sticks to your fingers. The sky was darkening, purple and heavy at the edges, so we didn’t linger. Twenty minutes later, we were pulling into the mansion’s driveway. “Yay! Yay! I have a pussy—cat!” Levi shouted, beaming so wide his eyes crinkled at the corners.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

She couldn't help but look at them. He gave her an amused smile. "I'm mean?" Hesitantly, she nodded. "It's who I am, little kitten." Daisy scrunched her nose at the new nickname. "Don't like it?" He asked, refering to the name. She shook her head in response. "You're like a kitten. You jump at loud noises and your claws come out...occasionally." "I like puppies more than kittens." She said, not responding to his teasing smile.

Cat came home very late that night. She looked completely drained, barely managing to greet Danika before heading straight to her room. She didn’t even bother eating—within minutes, she was fast asleep. *************** The next morning— Danika stepped out of her room, adjusting her bag, ready for work. As she walked into the living room, Cat looked up from where she was tying her shoelaces. Her eyes widened instantly. “Wow, Danika… that dress is gorgeous,” Cat said, standing up to get a better look. “I didn’t even know you had something like this in your wardrobe. I would have stolen it already.”

“I know. I will speak to your momma and dads. Lucky is a good man. We need to leave. Erm, what is that thing?” I ask when she shifts in my arms and looks at the big cat. “That is a Patger. She is really sweet.” She says, well I wouldn’t use the word sweet after she has just killed someone and maimed others. But whatever. She kisses my jaw and I look down at her. I lift her higher and move in to kiss her. She pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand.